"What's Next?"


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President Bartlet: When I ask 'What's Next?' it means I'm ready to move on to other things. So, what's next?
-The West Wing

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    Early 70’s behind the scenes of Sesame Street with the Muppets.



    The top pic, featuring an orange Oscar the Grouch, is literally the best of the bunch.

    It’s #fitnessfriday every where but Hawai‘i, right?

    The @ufcgym is my #fitfam. I often run and train alone, but when I want a group to make me #traindifferent, here’s my happy place. #fitness ❤️💪❤️ (at UFC Gym BJ Penn Honolulu)



    Kacy Catanzaro: the first woman in history to qualify for Mt. Midoriyama.

    I just need everyone to watch this video [x]. She’s a 5 foot, 100 lb gymnast and she beasts through this insanely difficult, heavily upper body focused course like it was her morning jog. The camera keeps cutting to these massive, musclebound men in the audience with their mouths hanging open. 

    The absolute best part of this video is how incredibly supportive the audience and even the commentators are like EVERYONE is rooting for her, no one is looking down on her or doubting that she can finish it just because she’s a woman or because she’s built so small. Everyone is SO happy to see her soar through this and that is absolutely brilliant.

    This video never ceases to make me cry jfc

    (via kyliesparks27)




    This fall, New York City becomes the first city in the nation to tackle the issue of girls’ self-esteem and body image. Recognizing that girls as young as 6 and 7 are struggling with body image and self-esteem, (over 80% of 10-year-old girls are afraid of being fat and by middle school, 40-70% of girls are dissatisfied with two or more parts of their body), New York City is launching a self-esteem initiative to help girls believe their value comes from their character, skills, and attributes – not appearance. 


    and girls of color!

    (via kyliesparks27)










    "Image Credit: Carol Rossetti

    When Brazilian graphic designer Carol Rossetti began posting colorful illustrations of women and their stories to Facebook, she had no idea how popular they would become. 

    Thousands of shares throughout the world later, the appeal of Rosetti’s work is clear. Much like the street art phenomenon Stop Telling Women To Smile, Rossetti’s empowering images are the kind you want to post on every street corner, as both a reminder and affirmation of women’s bodily autonomy. 

    "It has always bothered me, the world’s attempts to control women’s bodies, behavior and identities," Rossetti told Mic via email. "It’s a kind of oppression so deeply entangled in our culture that most people don’t even see it’s there, and how cruel it can be."

    Rossetti’s illustrations touch upon an impressive range of intersectional topics, including LGBTQ identity, body image, ageism, racism, sexism and ableism. Some characters are based on the experiences of friends or her own life, while others draw inspiration from the stories many women have shared across the Internet. 

    "I see those situations I portray every day," she wrote. "I lived some of them myself."

    Despite quickly garnering thousands of enthusiastic comments and shares on Facebook, the project started as something personal — so personal, in fact, that Rossetti is still figuring out what to call it. For now, the images reside in albums simply titled “WOMEN in english!" or "Mujeres en español!" which is fitting: Rossetti’s illustrations encompass a vast set of experiences that together create a powerful picture of both women’s identity and oppression.

    One of the most interesting aspects of the project is the way it has struck such a global chord. Rossetti originally wrote the text of the illustrations in Portuguese, and then worked with an Australian woman to translate them to English. A group of Israeli feminists also took it upon themselves to create versions of the illustrations in Hebrew. Now, more people have reached out to Rossetti through Facebook and offered to translate her work into even more languages. Next on the docket? Spanish, Russian, German and Lithuanian.

    It’s an inspiring show of global solidarity, but the message of Rossetti’s art is clear in any language. Above all, her images celebrate being true to oneself, respecting others and questioning what society tells us is acceptable or beautiful.

    "I can’t change the world by myself," Rossetti said. "But I’d love to know that my work made people review their privileges and be more open to understanding and respecting one another."

    From the site: All images courtesy Carol Rossetti and used with permission. You can find more illustrations, as well as more languages, on her Facebook page.

    (via cognitivedissonance)


    Watch: One woman’s badass athletic achievement is silencing sexists across the Web 

    Will American Ninja Warrior crown its first female champion at the top of Mount Midoriyama?

    Kacy Catanzaro became the first woman ever to complete a city finals course, in Dallas, and the first woman to ever make it to the finals in Las Vegas. If she manages to conquer Mount Midoriyama she could win the $500,000 prize and the title of American Ninja Warrior.

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    #AmWriting - Day 11. On Writing Resignation Letters While Sobbing

    I have been trying to write this stupid resignation letter from/for/to Teach For America for the past hour, and I can’t type more than a few sentences without bursting into tears.

    It’s weird, when I took the position to teach and, thus, leave the organization, I felt so ready, so sure of myself. I had/have a lot of anger, sometimes, towards the organization that I’m still trying to grapple with. I started my leaving-process with the same sense of self-righteous fervor. On top of that, I was so sure that teaching was where I needed to be. The classroom was where I needed to be, with students was where I needed to be.

    I still think the latter half— that I need to be back in the classroom. But, I didn’t realize leaving would be as hard as it turned out to be. So, I admittedly thought this letter would be easy. I thought I’d speak my peace and be done with it. And I will (I’m sure this is not the last time I will write about leaving). And I have. And I still have qualms with the organization that I will be vocal about.

    But I (stupidly, dammit) did 2 things:

    1) I forgot that one of the biggest reasons I joined this org and struggled with the adamant haters of it was because they seemed so quick to forget that on the other side of their hate were peoplePeople deserve compassion and kinship, no matter how much you might disagree their beliefs.

    2) I started to become one of those not-feeling-haters, but towards my own perhaps-complicit past (and admittedly and unfortunately a little towards some of the people in it).


    I was at a teacher training at the Honolulu Museum of Art, and we were looking at the Philippines when this college student interrupted our tour. He asked some good questions, then said, “So is the museum going to have any art from the Philippines that wasn’t when it was bastardized by the Spanish?”

    And I had to laugh, in part because I saw so much of myself in him, in some ways (though, at least at a passing glance, this kid was not Pinoy). 

    My reaction to him (in my head) though, was that he perhaps needed to chill.

    Is it horrible that the Spanish came and colonized… well, lots of people? BOTH sides of my heritage? Of course. That’s not okay, and that can’t be forgotten. That said, as the product of two of those colonialized nations, I would also be remiss to say that Spanish lineage doesn’t now flow through my body, whether I like it or not. It clearly does— from my name to my skin to other things. It’s part of my history. It’s not a pretty part of it, to be sure, but I can’t scrub out the Spanish bits of me. We need to acknowledge our past, we need to know that the mistakes made cannot happen again, then we have to move forward.

    I sort of feel that way (though, clearly, this metaphor is already mixed and not at all equally weighted) about the parts of Teach For America that I… don’t love. 

    Are there some problems within TFA? Sure. Have we failed, in the past, at prepping corps members and staff members to culturally serve our students and partner well with communities? Absolutely. Do we need to continue to call those things out so that they change? YES. 

    That said, my passion about education, my willingness to care about how anyone else other than myself was educated CAME from Teach For America. Teach For America served folks like my parents. Teach For America has a lot of folks LIKE my parents— second generations kids who were able to navigate the system and “beat the odds” (in a system they shouldn’t have to beat, but that’s another rant for another time).

    To denounce the org completely, to deny association with it, to “scrub the TFA” out of me would also mean I would be trying to scrub out the same people who loved and nurtured me while I tried to figure out what it all meant, why I was doing this. They have laughed with me when it was ridiculous. They have celebrated alongside me when we found success; they cried with me when times were hard, when we were frustrated, when the nation’s problems were seemingly too big to overcome. 

    I can’t, nor do I want to, take away my history. It’s part of who I am, it got me to where I am now. While it’s time to say goodbye to it, to move forward (and hope the work moves forward too), it would be wrong for me to be so angry that I am not at least grateful for the experience I have, and for the tremendous amount of love, support, and joy along the way.

    So, to my first work families, thanks. It’s not goodbye though, it’s just a hui hou. 


    Watch: If Latinos said the stuff white people say to them it would sound super offensive

    Irony (n): When you ask someone from the second oldest ethnic group in the United States if they’re here “illegally.”

    Welcome to being Latino, where you’re frequently treated like a cultural alien no matter where you’re actually from or how long you’ve been here. These and other slights pepper BuzzFeed’s new video “If Latinos Said the Stuff White People Say,” which humorously redirects racially insensitive assumptions toward the people who might otherwise express them.

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    "Don’t Tell Me To Smile: A No-Nonsense Guide to Street Harassment"

    -A zine by Arlene Barrow (whatwepretend) and Annie Barrow (malheureuseandmaladroite)

    (via marykatewiles)